THE MILESTONE BY THE RABBIT-BURROW (ON YELL’HAM HILL)
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In my loamy nook As I dig my hole I observe men look At a stone, and sigh As they pass it by To some far goal.
Something it says To their glancing eyes That must distress The frail and lame, And the strong of frame Gladden or surprise.
Do signs on its face Declare how far Feet have to trace Before they gain Some blest champaign Where no gins are?